Baby habit
Flower Face
My body's made out of dead leaves
My body's made out of dead trees
I'm letting all this powdered poison
Kill my body
Kill my friends
I told you to leave me alone
But I wanted you to stay
I told you to leave me alone
But you loved me anyway
Lay strips of ice on my fevered head
Lay beside me in my tiny bed
They're passing out, they're walking dead
They're passing out, they're nearly dead
Self destruction is my pretty venom
Self destruction is my silent shame
Please don't get ahead of me
Please don't beat me at my own game
Everything will be okay